I had no idea where we were being led, but over time I had come to trust my
guide. Trust has become more important to me now, as it was the only I
could hold on to when I fist arrived in this world. Middle Earth they
called it. I remembered back to when this was only a fantasy. The shop
had been so old, so broken in that wandering around in it had made even my
few years ancient. I had taken a job with the elder man, who seemed to be
quite into wizardry. In all reality, he took me under his wing, and was
very interested in a land, a strange land…and I suppose that is how I came
to be here. Late one night he had come in holding under his arm a
rectangular object covered in leather, which he quickly evacuated to the
back room. A moment later he called for me
1 "Jenna, come here, I need you help…I can't do this alone"
I smiled at the thought of his voice, it had been such a long time since I had heard it. I remember that night as well as if it had been just the day before…
The book he had been carrying lay on the wooden table, the leather lying under it as it shut on the table. The words on were in script that I couldn't understand, although I had seen it many other places in the old shop.
"Do you trust me?" he had asked.
"Of course…why? What is that," I said, motioning towards the book.
"The start of a journey that will last a lifetime…but you'll know soon enough," and with that he tipped the cover back. The heavy fabric hit the table with a soft thump, and then everything went black…
When I awoke we were in an inn. And the rest has been, well, history. He'd planned this for some time. He seemed to be in all reality, completely natural in this world that was so foreign to me. As he claimed it, we were inset in time, where no time would have passed in our own world. That was several years ago and I had followed him on his strange quest, not knowing whether it was out of wonder or awe, or even perhaps to find something I knew I couldn't find in my own realm. I think the only reason for him to come, was in his own way, to be home. This was a place he had dreamed of, and even remembering the shop we had shared years in, I realized that this was something on his mind, and he had surrounded himself with it. He had made plans for us to travel to the realm of elves, and he had wishes to speak to Gandalf, and perhaps even learn from the wizards of old. I was his travel companion or apprentice, although he thought me his daughter most of the time. We had stayed in the village of the inn for several years, traveling occasionally from villages within around ten miles to gain supplies for the journey. He constantly talked of the elves as amazing creatures with wisdom as old as time itself. At times I thought that he would give most anything, just to spend his last days among these people. We never talked to others or even among ourselves of what we had once lived. I had picked up new clothing along with a few fighting skills. I had to believe that my true skill lay with the bow, but fine ones were hard to come by with the little money we held. I had been saving for a good bow so that when I got to Rivendell, I might own one of the elven bows, which I had heard were the best and who themselves were expert bowmen. We had just begun our journey north to what I assumed was Rivendell, a trip taking about six days time but I was never really told as to where exactly I was being led.
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a/n. sorry about such a short chapter, there really is much more coming but since I'm at work this is taking much to long. Please, no flames, but comments if you think there is anything I can improve on it. Thanks ^-^
1 "Jenna, come here, I need you help…I can't do this alone"
I smiled at the thought of his voice, it had been such a long time since I had heard it. I remember that night as well as if it had been just the day before…
The book he had been carrying lay on the wooden table, the leather lying under it as it shut on the table. The words on were in script that I couldn't understand, although I had seen it many other places in the old shop.
"Do you trust me?" he had asked.
"Of course…why? What is that," I said, motioning towards the book.
"The start of a journey that will last a lifetime…but you'll know soon enough," and with that he tipped the cover back. The heavy fabric hit the table with a soft thump, and then everything went black…
When I awoke we were in an inn. And the rest has been, well, history. He'd planned this for some time. He seemed to be in all reality, completely natural in this world that was so foreign to me. As he claimed it, we were inset in time, where no time would have passed in our own world. That was several years ago and I had followed him on his strange quest, not knowing whether it was out of wonder or awe, or even perhaps to find something I knew I couldn't find in my own realm. I think the only reason for him to come, was in his own way, to be home. This was a place he had dreamed of, and even remembering the shop we had shared years in, I realized that this was something on his mind, and he had surrounded himself with it. He had made plans for us to travel to the realm of elves, and he had wishes to speak to Gandalf, and perhaps even learn from the wizards of old. I was his travel companion or apprentice, although he thought me his daughter most of the time. We had stayed in the village of the inn for several years, traveling occasionally from villages within around ten miles to gain supplies for the journey. He constantly talked of the elves as amazing creatures with wisdom as old as time itself. At times I thought that he would give most anything, just to spend his last days among these people. We never talked to others or even among ourselves of what we had once lived. I had picked up new clothing along with a few fighting skills. I had to believe that my true skill lay with the bow, but fine ones were hard to come by with the little money we held. I had been saving for a good bow so that when I got to Rivendell, I might own one of the elven bows, which I had heard were the best and who themselves were expert bowmen. We had just begun our journey north to what I assumed was Rivendell, a trip taking about six days time but I was never really told as to where exactly I was being led.
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a/n. sorry about such a short chapter, there really is much more coming but since I'm at work this is taking much to long. Please, no flames, but comments if you think there is anything I can improve on it. Thanks ^-^